The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1887-09-22

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| Of the door Ike liehtnIne. That Wto
| the last ever eeon Of I'm IL Hornetsyiile.
Some Of tho boys found feult With Jim
| for mot eivinR it 70 tie sport 6rst, but
Jim seid. thcufk he'd trust that rieht
ears reports from the word 70 he thought
he'd make dead sure Of hio case before he
shot the fellow. The first elance In the
little mirror eettled it. OF course nobody
could blame Jim for this affair, though
at first Tom Mulliean ives little mad to
lose such t1rst-clsss bartender, good ar
ticles of that eort being somewhat rare
In the mountains just then.
stBut hardly 8 one Of the boys stuck M
for Sim In lis next scrape. He knew
thev wouldn't. and lit out without Wait.
ing for public opinion to get ct him.
1Tom Mulligan started q restaurant
next door to his saloon, and brought 4
girl over from Denver for cashier. She
wasn't verv handsome; she was freckled.
had washed-out red hair and bad teeth |;
wild over her. The restaurant trade Just
doomed. Jim was completely gone on
her. He couldn't get enough to eat in
those davs, and couldn't pay often enough
for what he did get Spruce Young
Johnny Whittle, though he'd been used
to finer society, paid good deal Of atten.
tion to the girl, too; just for fun sup.
pose. He knew more about the sex than
Jim did, but Jim meant business and
Johnny didn't.
"Jim used to loaf around the restaurant
nights till 1t closed up, and then drop
into the saloon for q game or . drink
before going home. One night he started
out earlier than usual, leaving most Of
the boys still In at Toms. Jim knew
that the girl lived over the restaurant.
He'd often looked up for the light in her
room.one reason why he went on early.
But this particular night, % happen to
know, there wasn't any light. In few
minutes Jim returned. HIS face was
white and stern. he stood IN the door
moment, looking sort OF wild-like.
stand out there, Johnny Whittle he
said. And the first man that stirs 10 good
as deadl I've got little speech to make.
As went by the restaurant heard the
girl up there talking In her sleep. And you
know who she was talking about Not
me! No, 1t was you, Johnny Whittle::
You've been trinin' with that girl, ana
you know 1t, and you've got to pay TOR
II rlgnt now. stand 1ack tnerer
zone shot from Jim's revolver and
ES~e~se sAeS
darkness. didn't think ct the time
that Jim ought to have done II, neither
did most OF the boys, as said, but
didn't get chance to express my opinion
to Jim personally. Tor the vigilance COM
mittee didn't catch him. don't believe,
myself, they wanted to, for most OF them
were friends OF Jim's, and he'd always
acted square up to that time. heard
nothing OF Jim for long time. I'd left
the mountains some years and was in
business in Chicago. I was walking
down State street one day when .
broken-down trampish.looking man
stopped me.
"Hello, old fellow won't you speak
to an old acquaintance
looked at him moment; then came q
nash OF recognition:
Jim Budgelow, BY al that's glorious,
exclaimed.
1.-The same, says he; but things have
gone hard with me since the old time
And in reply 70 my inquiries he told me
. little about himself: I had . soft
perth mere with the fire department for
long time; night Waterman, stationed on
top OF the building and called them out
when !! heard a cry OF fire. But got
hard OF hearing some way; couldn't hear
Q cry more than half-a.mile, and then
they put in the alarm boxes more nu-
merously, and l was showed out. Now
my right ear amt much better than the
other. Hard when q fellows getting
along IN years
y didn't forget what owed to Jim